bitter and dry?? what do you do to them? maybe they are old? i don’t think i ever had ot like that. i just microwave them for a few minutes, depending on quantity
Idk man you’re right, cooked broccoli is still good even with the pubes but have you ever tried to eat a raw piece of broccoli by itself? I prefer raw veggies and the pubes are just intolerable to me personally. Even cooked I think the stalk is better but definitely when it’s raw I can’t stand the pubes.
While my parents were forcing me to do hard manual labor as punishment for not going through school fast enough, that hard manual labor consisting of me lifting boulders and carrying them around the yard into various piles, they also had a compost bin.
On one cold winter day, I realized they had forgotten to feed me, and I was starving. And in the compost bin, uh, from the warmth and heat, from the compost, a broccoli sprout had sprouted and seeded and grown. It had been left alone over the winter, and sticking up out of that broccoli sprout was a beautiful, delicious looking head of broccoli, and I was able to snap that off and eat it as my only breakfast that day.
That broccoli was honestly so fucking delicious.
I still love broccoli to this day. I’ll eat it raw, I’ll eat it cooked, I’ll eat it baked, I’ll eat it mashed into a paste.
You have no idea how good broccoli can be when you’re hungry, tired, freezing, cold, and bleeding.
bitter and dry?? what do you do to them? maybe they are old? i don’t think i ever had ot like that. i just microwave them for a few minutes, depending on quantity
Idk man you’re right, cooked broccoli is still good even with the pubes but have you ever tried to eat a raw piece of broccoli by itself? I prefer raw veggies and the pubes are just intolerable to me personally. Even cooked I think the stalk is better but definitely when it’s raw I can’t stand the pubes.
trauma dump incoming, feel free to skip
While my parents were forcing me to do hard manual labor as punishment for not going through school fast enough, that hard manual labor consisting of me lifting boulders and carrying them around the yard into various piles, they also had a compost bin.
On one cold winter day, I realized they had forgotten to feed me, and I was starving. And in the compost bin, uh, from the warmth and heat, from the compost, a broccoli sprout had sprouted and seeded and grown. It had been left alone over the winter, and sticking up out of that broccoli sprout was a beautiful, delicious looking head of broccoli, and I was able to snap that off and eat it as my only breakfast that day.
That broccoli was honestly so fucking delicious.
I still love broccoli to this day. I’ll eat it raw, I’ll eat it cooked, I’ll eat it baked, I’ll eat it mashed into a paste.
You have no idea how good broccoli can be when you’re hungry, tired, freezing, cold, and bleeding.
Holy shit I hope you’re in a good state of life right now, because what they did to you is fucking torture.
There’s already enough emotional trauma from not making it through school as fast as people expect. They didn’t need to add to that
Could be better but im doing better than my shitty parents ever did, so I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.